A Second Western Wonder.

YOu heard of that wonder, of the Lightning and Thunder,
Which made the lye so much the louder;
Now list to another, that Miracles Brother,
Which was done with a Firkin of powder.

Oh what a damp, struck through the Camp!
But as for honest Sir Ralph,
It blew him to the Vies, without beard, or eyes,
But at least three heads and a half.

When out came the book, which the News-Monger took
From the Preaching Ladies Letter,
Where in the first place, stood the Conquerours face,
Which made it shew much the better.

But now without lying, you may paint him flying,
At Bristol they say you may find him
Great William the Con so fast he did run,
That he left half his name behind him.

And now came the Post, saves all that was lost,
But alas, we are past deceiving,
By a trick so stale, or else such a tale
Might mount for a new Thanksgiving.

This made Mr. Case, with a pitiful face,
In the Pulpit to fall a weeping,
Though his mouth utter'd lyes, truth fell from his eyes,
Which kept the Lord Maior from sleeping.

Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops,
For the Laws of your Cause, you that loath 'um,
Lest Essex should start, and play the Second part,
Of Worshipful Sir Iohn Hotham.